Dedicated in loving memory of "the precious gifts" we have all known in our lives who have journeyed on. For myself, my beloved parents, Milton and Esther Reed. I met a lovely lady today, her character glowing with a radiant ray!
She lit the room with her elegant grace and the smile she carried upon her face.
There were tears of confusion in her lovely blue eyes,
She tried to conceal them cause she didn't know why they were there... She listened intently and watched every move as she drifted silently
Around the room speaking in whispers, as her breath was shallow.
I wanted to hug her and cough, or swallow to clear the asthma from her affected lungs,
But I knew I was helpless to do either one, so I just hugged her... Her response to me was with a kiss, this gracious, elderly, willowy miss.
Her arms held me with a powerful hug and my heartstrings began to feel a magnetic tug!
There was harmony in the warmth of her smile, and I knew that life had taken her miles,
And that she possessed the wisdom of those trials she had won... As I left that place, I said a prayer,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem